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THREE GENERATIONS BY R. CLIMAX The Waifs provied a sultry backdrop as our family gathered to recover from another day at Faire. St. Nort's Clan was in renewal mode after a dusty return from the 16th century. Although it had been a few years, it had been easier to slip back a few centuries than might have been imagined.
Creative electric lighting had turned our 21st century backroom into a wonderment....our favorite hooch ever! Various visitors dropped by with a constant stream of reminders of previous episodes, Faire history that covered three and a half decades of a fantastic journey. Talking story while munching Jennifer's fabulous cookies made the chapters come alive for each of the three generations present. "What about the time we awakened Sal with an accordian serenade that turned into a rager before he could even open a beer!", or mooning the moon at Chipping-Under-Oakwood. Then there was "Iver and Teo and Ida-Josie selling milk and Potato Chips for Stan and Carol...". A fond memory was "listening to Geert Jacobs playing flute at his converted school bus in the back-lot of the Paramont Ranch". What about the endless Agoura final ringout that became a daisy chain and mobius of our collective continuum... Then there was Horgos' fucking Santa Claus cartoon in the one and only Dickens UN-BUCK&MUG! And how could we forget Heidi's tits or Rosie's outrageous Bacchanals (not necessarily in that order)! Definitly, Jim's peerless presentation of the Sultan's Fashion Show will be another unforgettable mammory, er, memory. Our 3rd generation family member has just sold her first creations at Faire. D.'s scooty bag is bulging! We're very curious as she plans her first shopping experience. Will it be a puppet, a painting or 5 pony rides? Faire Brats Day had been a raging success, breaking down barriors with new aquaintances. She had discovered the magic of the hidden routes thru Faire and located boothies simpathetic to the next generation. Whomever declared such a portentous Day for brats, is a genius! New generations, new memories, and the juice of youth dancing after hours in front of the Rusty Cutlass is proof that we can all still come here as a family to create and play. P.S. D. decided to buy a print from our neighbor Jacquiline |
